U.S. military station in Mogadishu.

It's about 10 square kilometers and about the size of 34 football fields.

The "legacy" left by the French was very rich, including the office building, which was "inherited" by Eagle Sauce.

Here, there are no civilian cadres, the US military just stationed a company here, and the dormitories are not fully occupied, it is very deserted, and the footsteps can be echoed.

The so-called party is just a saying.

Have you ever seen a party in a conference room?

When Tang Dao and the others walked in, there were already seven or eight people sitting inside, with different skin colors and different languages, but they were all chatting very happily, and when they saw someone open the door, as if they had practiced, they looked at it at the same time, and the air was quiet.

"Mr. Cecilio."

A white man on the right side of the big table stood up excitedly, wearing a suit on the outside and a small green shirt on the inside?

What does this do?

Tang Dao glanced at the Italian, he was speculating if this was the nursery called by the other party?

"Mr. Bernard, long time no see, I want to beat you in Mogadishu." Cecilio was also very happy, stretched out his hand and shook it with the other party, and the other party looked at Tang Dao, "Who is this?" ”

"Nicholas. Don, nice to meet you. Tang Dao said with a smile.

"This gentleman is a peer with you, and the supply is abundant, but did you know about the washing of the floor in Blackrock Ven City before? This is a classic case of Mr. Nicholas, The savior, whose company occasionally plays an important role. ”

This old man's words are sharp!

Push out the Tang knife, and he respects it in one bite, but this is ill-intentioned.

Those who are invited here are probably all "peers".

It's not a good idea to say that peers are enemies.

The Somali cake is so big, you are still playing such a big game, the incident in Blackrock Wencheng could not be hidden, and within a few days it spread all over the world, and everyone was surprised that the arms dealers had such vitality, and they were also afraid of their amazing combat effectiveness.

Are you still letting your peers live?

Sure enough, Bernard's tone became meaningful, and the hand holding Tang Dao couldn't help but increase a little, "It's an honor to meet you." ”

The others were also introduced one by one, and they seemed very enthusiastic, but Tang Dao could still feel their alienation.

He just smiled, you all have to fight for this place in Somalia, so small interests?

And most importantly, can you rob me?

It's not that Tang Dao is bragging, everyone here is scum.

Cecilio leaned his cane to his side, turned his head to look at the Tang knife, and put his hand on the table, the watch chain was still scraped off the table, "Mr. Nicholas." ”

"Any commands?" Tang Dao looked at him, a smile on his lips.

"I can't say anything, I just want to ask, what do you think of my previous suggestion?" He was a little anxious, the muscles on his face were loose, only his eyes were very nervous, and he occasionally lowered his head, coughed, and covered it up, as if it was a kind of self-boasting, pointing to Bernard who was talking to the left and right, and poked his head over, "He is the agent of the Swiss company Sig in Mogadishu." ”

Seeger?

Tang Dao's ears stood up all of a sudden, as a military porter, how could he not know about this century-old Swiss store?

Founded in 1853, in 1974 it acquired the German company Sauer, which is famous for producing shotguns and sporting rifles. Switzerland was a neutral country in all world wars, but the Swiss people have a tradition of martial arts and regular military training for adults every year, which has helped to grow the company.

It sets the standard for the appearance of pistols in the world!

It's either Sigurt or Ugly! (Author: No refuge!) Boom! ）。

His factories are spread across all continents and employ more than 7,000 people, but how many of them are in the shadows, I'm afraid no one knows, more than Bernard, who only thinks about anything else when it comes to payroll.

But what can he do in Mogadishu?

No matter how good-looking you are, in the hands of the blackman, you can turn it into a burning stick.

"I'm friends with him, and I can get the goods from him at a low price, and then we can sell them to others, and we will definitely make a profit."

Tang Dao looked at Cecilio with a mocking face, and calculated, the other party also began to think about it for the company?

Are Italians all so shameless?

"Didn't I make it clear before, sir? It's impossible for me to sell the company. After listening to Tang Dao for a few minutes, he found that what the other party said was getting more and more outrageous, and he quickly interrupted the other party's conjecture.

Cecilio's face froze, then he blushed.

"Mr. Nicholas, I really do it with sincerity."

"I also reject you with sincerity."

"You ......"

Peal pedal, pedal, pedal.

A sound of footsteps came from outside the door, and suddenly the room was quiet, and I saw a soldier wearing a military uniform with the rank of lieutenant colonel walking in, still holding a cigarette in his mouth, and seeing his hair, Tang Dao's first thought was.

Pulsatilla!

Isn't this Eagle Sauce?

"Good morning, gentlemen, my name is Grant. Ward, you can call me the nickname Pillbox, and of course, if you feel polite, you can call me sir, although I think it's a very inferior title. As soon as Pulsatilla came up, he propped up the table with his hands and introduced himself, but the smell of gunpowder was a little sufficient.

Tang Dao closed his mouth, his eyes swept over everyone, and he didn't know who applauded first, it was like it would be contagious.

Lick the dog!

Tang Dao was very disdainful, but the minimum politeness of being a man must be there, and he also joined in.

Grant was satisfied, and although it wasn't very loud, it was enough.

"I know who you are, and I have enough evidence to prove the direction of your goods."

Including Tang Dao, everyone frowned, not understanding what this guy meant?

"Mr. Grant, what do you mean? I don't know..."Bernard asked in a deep voice, he has the Sig Company behind him, but he doesn't instigate the other party, isn't he just a lieutenant colonel? You will have to kneel in front of interests.

"I mean it very simply, Somalia needs peace! But I will not allow your goods to flow to the market regularly, but I require that every time your shipping order must be handed over to me for review, and large artillery is not allowed to be sold, which is against the peace. Grant poked his fingers at the table, word by word, his eyes scanned the crowd, and finally looked at Tang Dao, and spoke, "What do you think, Mr. Nicholas?" ”

He's been eyeing this guy for a long time, and he's the only one in the table who is Asian.

It's so easy to recognize.

Tang Dao squinted, his breathing was slightly disordered, and his stomach was surrounded by qi, he could feel the eyes around him, and he couldn't say what he felt, this damn pulsatilla wanted to pull himself out to stand up?

He leaned back, crossed Erlang's legs, and frowned, "I want to ask, is this what the United States means or what Mr. Grant means?" ”

"Does it make a difference?" Grantra opened her sleeve and pointed to her wrist with the phrase "I am with America!"

"We need peace, no more war." Pulsatilla stared at Tang Dao, word for word, "We have this kind of requirement for all countries. ”

"Then why are you in Somalia?" Tang Dao asked rhetorically.

Grant was stunned, he didn't expect that the other party would ask himself one after another, which made him very annoyed by his very rough personality, and his eyebrows were raised. "We're spreading folk cooking, and the people here need that! We're helping them. ”

Die to shame!

Tang Dao stared at him deadly, and the other party was not to be outdone.

Suddenly, the former smiled and sat up straight, "OK, of course, I will comply, I also think the Somalis are too pitiful." ”

"Excellent!"

Grant stood up straight, leaning in his waist, very satisfied with Tang Dao's knowledge of current affairs, and clapped his hands, "What do you think?" ”

"I'm okay with that." Bernard spread his hands, he didn't sell artillery anyway.

The rest of you also have very few orders for artillery, most of them are just guns, send him for review? It's nothing more than a walk form, they all look at Tang Dao with pity, poor Asian, everywhere you go, you have to be targeted, if you want to blame, blame this world, it doesn't belong to you!

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